Arthur and I went out in the boat to Noyes Island (just past Siketi Sound). While out there, we passed a point of land and I saw a tree (well, several – the one I had in mind here is the one farthest to the left).
We actually caught one fish. It was not a desirable salmon, however – rather, a fat lingcod.
I made fish soup (Chilean style fish chowder) with it, when we got home.
[daily log: walking, 1km; boating, 60km]
Day: June 8, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1042 “If you just talk loud enough, you can’t hear the voices”
The point of writing is to silence the murmurs that line the world's edge.
– a pseudo-haiku.
